In Mirkwood there stood once a tree from the beginning of all time.
It saw a lot of happenings, adventures fair and breath of crime,
Saw spiders coming, orcs invading and the secret hidden folk, who made a street
For many feet not meant to be known but had renown to lead to a wooden town and
Further the old dwarven realm.
Farewells it saw and almost tears but he sent them on with cheers to make their way and keep the road, else there were dangers manyfold and getting lost not least of them.
But did they keep the old man’s word, of course not and never heard the secret folk surround them and then take away, all but one who then would come and shorten the unwanted stay.
And still the tree there lonely stands guarding the path until a new unending wrath came haunting through the wood and new hunters where it stood chasing a small but hungry one but for now these words are done.